~NORA'S POV~His thick, jet-black hair fell in soft waves around his chiseled jawline, and his full lips were often twisted into a smirk that could set hearts racing.As he began to step closer, I could feel the heat emanating from his body, warming me from the inside out. His scent was heady and intoxicating, a mix of mint and earth that made me want to wrap myself around him.Without breaking eye contact, he reached out and ran a hand down my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was gentle, but I could feel the strength in his fingers, a reminder of the power he held over me.He was a perfect specimen of masculinity, his muscles rippling under his skin, his veins bulging with strength. I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through my body.I sighted his tattoos; it seemed like his tattoos seemed to draw me to them like a magnet, and I couldn't look away from the muscles that bulged beneath them.They seemed to tell a story, each one representing something un

Then he moved so it rested on my pussy. He fisted his cock with one hand and placed his hands by the side of my head on the bed to support his weight hovering above me. He directed his cock down to my pussy and began sliding his cock against my wet, slurpy pussy, slipping it between my folds and rubbing the head of his cock on my wet clit. "Arrgghh, fuck it," I squeaked. "I want it all inside me…." I pleaded, running my fingers into his hair."I will be careful; it's your first time," he said. "After that, you can have me as much as you want." I knew he was trying his best to treat me well, but I didn't want that again. I wanted him to give it to me anyhow it suited him.His smile was tempting, his eyes were filled with hunger, and the supple skin of his hard cock against my pussy was having its effect. I was feeling a stronger arousal the moment I felt his cock slide between my sensitive lips.I felt the head of his cock push achingly at the entrance of my pussy, and I wanted him

I turned to face him, a look of surprise and pleasure on my face. "Really?" I smirked, my voice soft.Horace nodded, his gaze locked on me. "Really. It's not just about the mark itself, though that is gorgeous as well. It's what it stands for. Our love, our bond, and our loyalty to one another, any time I see it, it will remind me of how privileged I am to have you as a mate and how people will respect you."I didn't know why tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I looked at his reflection in the mirror, I wasn't sad rather my heart was overflowing with love and gratitude. "I feel the same way," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."I am really lucky to have you as mine, and I hope it lasts for as long as we live." Horace turned me around to face me as he leaned in to kiss me, his lips warm and tender against mine. As we kissed, I felt at peace.He is my home, "We are in this together, nothing is going to split us apart." He groaned in my ear.As he pulled away from me, he s

While I was running through the woods, my senses heightened as I sniffed out my surroundings. My ears perked up as I heard the rustling of leaves and the snapping of twigs, causing me to stop in my tracks and focus my attention on the noise. Suddenly, my eyes rolled back into my head, I fell to my knees, and I was consumed by a power I had never felt before.In my vision, I saw a young woman with long black hair and piercing green eyes, she wore a pentagram necklace and had a raven with her. She was covered in blood, and I felt the magical energy around her. I could see the pain and anger in her as I looked around at the scene before me.I saw the young witch standing in the middle of a community, surrounded by the dead bodies of her family. I could feel the woman's emotions as I realized what had happened. Her family had been slaughtered by the leaders of the community, the same people who had once welcomed them with open arms.As the vision continued, I watched as the witch's pain t

~NORA~As I rose to my feet, I heard Lilith say something that made me stare at her.Daciana.Why did she call me Daciana?I turned to Lilith, staring at her; her eyes were glued on me too. I wondered why she called me that—does she know me or is she seeing something in me?I'd never heard that name in my life, and I wasn't understanding the things happening in my life lately.Why did I suddenly see a vision of Lilith?We were not connected in any way, so why?"Gaius, prepare a room for Lilith." I heard Horace say so.Wrapping his arms around my waist, "Are you okay? You look worried. Is it about Lilith?" He jammed his hands in his front pockets.The question hung heavy in the air, like a dark cloud threatening to burst.'Can I trust you now to tell you about my true self?'"Is there something that's bothering you? I'm here for you." Horace had asked, his eyes studying me with a mixture of concern and curiosity.His eyes searched mine for an answer.For a moment, I was frozen, not a